Ome Omen

[Exileofdreams]

Suicide...

Coming From The Eyes Of A Wise Guy...

HappenZ Everyday...

What Results To Suicide...

The World May Never Know...

Haha...

Jenova

That's The Jenova Effect From Audio To Text I Give It My Full Reflex From Every Angle
From Every Concept But Depression Absorbs My Core Like A Anti-Depressing I Keep Flourishing For More
But End Up Stressing For Cords Just Caressing The Floor Red Stained WallZ Still Got "Hate" "Failure" "I Wish I Was Dead" Written In The Hall When I Was A Kidd I Loved Being Admired Upon Who Would Know 4 Years Lata I'd Be Carrying A Firearm For Some Dealer Wish I Had A Fire Bomb To Iron On This Muthafucka Best Expire On Raised In A House With Nothing But Abuse Apparently My Dad Love Shooting Bullets Across The Living Room I Guess Giving Gloom To OtherZ Is Our Ultimate Doom When You Assume You Can Resume Afta You Consumed All You Knew Now Your Looking In A Mirror At A Person In A Costume A Murderer A Genicide
Snorting Pestiside That's Posion Ain't No Cure For Rest In Piece SignZ If It Don't Kill You Then You Will Go Blind Makes You Wonder How Homicide Is A Crime Even Tho It HappenZ Time Afta Time
I Use To Run Into My Domain And Shut The Door Quietly Busted Out My Knife And Took Back My Proprietary
I Loved The Sensation Of Objects Against My VeinZ Afta A Little Strain I Became In Enough Pain That I Just Slain My Whole Family I'm Insane As I Reign Blood In The Rain Fine Wine Or Sweet Champagne I'm Now A Arcane Sipping Blood Out Of A Bar Drain I Try To Sustain What's Left Of My Soul That Remains Now Everyday I Put Down My Reading Glasses I Drift Into A Deep Sleep And Dream Of Soldiers In Gas Masks I Ask When This Will Happen As I Pray To The Creator I Look Up Into The Sky Then Look At A Bloody Vapour
I Feel Heat In My Chest As Smoke Compiles From My LungZ Two Magnums In My Side I Guess I Shoulda Wore A Vest I Guess I Was A Guest Destined To Fail His Quest Lesson That Failed The Test A Wesson That Got Possessed DemonZ Sent At The DevilZ Request Mimics Of The Haunting Apoc Crest Compressed
Against The White Chalk In The StreetZ I Used All My Energy Now My Ammunition Is Deplete Defeat Was The Last Thing That I Seek The Last Word That I Speak Is Let The Blood Line Leek...

[katastrophe]

ur pretty good...u got a music myspace or a soundclick so i can hear audio?

[Exileofdreams]

lol I Do...But The Audio Is Terrible...Shit's Worser Then A Underground Michael Jackson Mixtape...